I love rainy Saturdays at Impact.
“...a song that the angels and creation were already singing, so that we could join in with One Voice, as One Bride, to One King. My heart recalled Ezekiel 1:26-28 and Revelation 4...”
https://www.praisecharts.com/blog/the-story-behind-revelation-song/
I’ve put together a playlist on Spotify for all my original recordings.
Check it out ;)
Do follow, please.
https://open.spotify.com/user/1218034003/playlist/3Hiu0ofgC8ZScMII7zXHGe?si=sHR1N9B6S2a85pulSsw7HA
Saturn has been part of the visual aesthetic in my art since my earliest recollections. But there comes a point when you have to start questioning why it's there in the first place.
A few years ago, whenever I was putting together the set for Bulbs, I started coming across a conspiracy theory about Saturn and it's relationship with occult symbolism. It was enough then to urge a change in titling of one of the songs in the set. More recently these fringe internet theories have become more detailed in their assumptions of Saturnian symbolism. Most of the information lacks good references or the resources available are questionable themselves. The things that I'm hearing are accusatory and pointed.
I clutch my left forearm with a renewed sense of regret and shame.
I don't have much to really say about it all. In the least it's a reminder that regardless if you dig something up, there can always remain pieces of roots in the dirt that will sprout up in the first snow of the year. Sanctification is a long process that slowly peels back layers of yourself, and shows the debauchery hiding in the sulcus of the heart.
It snowed today
Also I got a king cake from last weekends Acadian retreat.
“Do not swear at all.
Or, if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self,
Which is the god of my idolatry,
And I’ll believe thee.”
a man on a ledge; of his precipice.
I believe I'm nothing good for YHWH.
I believe that I'm not enough for YHWH.
I believe that I have forsaken him for the pomegranates of my enemy.
I believe that Jesus is who he says he is: YHWH
I don't care about the Trinity or oneness.
I don't care about cessationism or charisma.
I don't care about Osteen or Washer.
I don't care about KJV or ESV
Jesus has to be enough.
Only he can protect me from the death I know I justly deserve.
I have no merit on my own,
I am powerless.
I briefly dreamed last night
like many dreams
many things happened
I was in my car
I could hear pressure being released in the back seat
looking behind me I found that there were wine bottles on the passenger side rear seat of my two door Civic.
there were maybe about four
they were puffing up with pressure as if they were spoiled
the wine bottles were braking and leaking dark red wine in my vehicle
after lifting up the bottle that was on top that had just cracked I found that the bottle at the bottom of the stack was cracked and almost completely broken
the wine was all over the seat of my car.
it had soaked into the seat as though it were leaking for some time.
It’s the pilot seat of a strange craft that navigates through This Intangible Existence.
The Constellation BluePrint was just a map of sorts: maybe a just a cheap rendering.
I liked both exposures. They each tell a different story.
Hello, if you met me here; this one didn’t go to social media.
Elna gave me Christmas music in the key of jazz ;)
The citrus harvest is delicious this year.
”...their cores glow as they lay across the beach, as if they were communicating with the stars.”
— Pokédex Lore
if you make it this far south, take some time to tell me about yourself in the comments.
Coming home from Louisiana...
I always stop at this station.
You have to treat every time like it’s the last time. I’m always anxious to know if I said everything I should have.
Say, “hello”, in the comments below if you made it here ;)
Some words some words - briefly •
what mean he by these stones. these are jagged pockets of dence thought through out soft tissue that you seamlessly string together with rhythms and ribbon of melody.
Shout out to the girl who called me a man of stars, and to the guy that asked me if I “... ever feel like you’re avoiding something.”
They are the only ones who might make it to the final words of this;
...however, if you did, comment down below.
The angle of the late year sun expresses the tilt of Earth’s axis so pointedly. Sometimes it’s as if one could feel the distance away from the Sun.
Especially at Walmart...
Like a songbird in the late morning darkness, she sang along with me—-
MRYM polished the stone that was what she called, The River Hymn. You can hear what it was before she handled it on the Compilation CD that this night celebrated.
Live at Christian Songwriters in the Round CD Release Concert 2017
Live from the Christian Songwriters in the Round CD Release event at Windwood Presbertyrian Church in The Greater Houston Metropolitan Area.
Thanks Kelly, for the video.
Once you start looking for something, you start to see it everywhere.
introducing:
The show for Christian Songwriters in the Round is starting soon ;)
It’s getting darker earlier now. I gotta keep it real.
